No, it really isn't. We saw them at the Big Chill last year — huge crowd of people, all doing terrible Scots accents. When ya goooo, wull ye sind baaaack...
It's particularly embarrassing if you start singing to yourself while walking up the street: ". . . what I want from this WUHRRRRld, and yees fra' nuhoo, we'll make it to thuh next WUHRRRRRld..." I don't know what would happen if I were in Scotland and accidently did this; I'd probably get beaten to a pulp...
Standing in the shadow
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Photo by Canadian photographer Andrew Yee in Toronto
I told the Resident Fan Boy I'd scout ahead for a view of the partial lunar
eclipse, seeing as we'...
RIP Lovely wife
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The light has gone from my world. Yesterday afternoon, shortly after 4pm,
my beautiful, wonderful, smart, funny, kind, caring, thoughtful beloved
wife Sara...
Binge
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I'm not sure why I'm here. (This is no time for philosophy.) Yes, I am.
It's so I can say I told you so. I have this urge because, unusually, the
Italia...
12 Days Of Christmas
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Get in the festive spirit with 12 films and events to enjoy this Christmas.
The post 12 Days Of Christmas appeared first on Picturehouse Spotlight.
Quid pro quo
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A lovely lady called Chirping Norton (well, I assume that isn’t actually
her name, but) asked me very kindly if I would update the blog and then she
said s...
How to Avoid a Photoshop Disaster
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I’ve seen a lot of bad Photoshop work in my day. And while it’s good for a
laugh, it’s no fun if you’re the one whose work is being laughed at.
Whether you...
SHORE LINE - new print release!
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*Honolulu, Hawaii, 2016*
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*Tuesday 6th September 2016, at 4pm GMT*, sees the release of my new mini
print *Shore Line...
BELGIAN WAFFLING HAS A PROPER HARDBACK BOOK!
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About eight years ago, when I started this blog, I started to ferret around
the internet for other bloggers I might like and by a very happy alignment
of...
The way I write...
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Following on from my previous post about writing sisters, I thought I'd
give a few insights into the way I write, as opposed to the way, Virginia
does it. ...
Coming soon, from Pixar…
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Harry says this little scene was the culmination of “a classic washing-up
feud” at his office in London. (Kind of adorable, right? I would SO watch a
movie...
Looked at a book.
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On my way to the office out back. Thought, we've had that a while, I'm
surprised we haven't sold it. It won a prize. It is highly thought of.
Fussed around...
Sex With A Stranger - Trafalgar Studios
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Anyone who’s seen more than a few token minutes of the above-par BBC Three
sitcom *Him and Her* will probably have picked up at least two things:
writer ...
We Moved!!!
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Cake Wrecks has moved! You are being redirected to the new site!
If the redirect doesn't work, please go to either cakewrecks.com or
cakewrecks.squarespac...
EAVIS & BUTT-HEAD DO GLASTONBURY
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Thanks once again to James Hood for this lovely picture summary of Adam &
Joe's Glastonbury shows. You can still catch the podcasts here. "Eavis &
Butt-h...
The Valedictory Telegram
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We are finally back in the UK. The roads are narrow, the cars small and
petrol astronomically expensive. The houses are cold and draughty,
necessitating th...
Off we go again
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Hello everyone and apologies for the long absence. We've had rather a lot
on, as you are about to find out.
We are leaving Uganda on 21st Dec, as in 'leavi...
Home, sweet home.
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It's twenty to ten, and it smells like freshly-baked cake downstairs; a
smell that's wafted its way up here, despite my bedroom door being shut.
I'm sittin...
8 comments:
You're right, it's absolutely impossible. In fact I'm doing it now just from reading about it ;-)
No, it really isn't. We saw them at the Big Chill last year — huge crowd of people, all doing terrible Scots accents. When ya goooo, wull ye sind baaaack...
No, you have to do the accent and as someone who lives in Edinburgh, it's quite entertaining to see the pished rugby fans trying to sing along.
Claim to fame - my brother in law lived opposite one of the Proclaimers for a while. See, friend to the stars that's me!
I do it with *everyone* though.
"You say I must eat so many lemons, because I am so bittaaaaa"
Most definitely: No.
I also seemed to turn swedish when I sing along to Abba!!
Listening to the Proclaimers: remind me again, who is one of their biggest fans?...
;)
It's particularly embarrassing if you start singing to yourself while walking up the street: ". . . what I want from this WUHRRRRld, and yees fra' nuhoo, we'll make it to thuh next WUHRRRRRld..." I don't know what would happen if I were in Scotland and accidently did this; I'd probably get beaten to a pulp...
I agree. I have to do the accent. It's the same when I sing along to Billy Bragg...
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